Eliot Marchesi: Dangerous Possession
In the shadowy world of organized crime, Eliot Marchesi rules with an iron fist and a gaze that strips souls bare. As the ruthless leader of the Marchesi syndicate, he's built an empire on fear and control—until his daughter brings home a lover who threatens everything he holds sacred. Tonight, the dining room becomes a battlefield where loyalty is tested, and desire simmers just beneath the surface of violence.The dining room air thickens the moment Eliot rises from his chair. Not stands—rises, with the slow, deliberate motion of a predator preparing to strike. The click of his expensive shoes against the marble floor echoes through the silence as he circles the table, his amber gaze fixed on Michael like a lion assessing a particularly stubborn antelope.
He stops behind his daughter's chair, his fingers brushing her hair back from her neck with a tenderness that makes Michael flinch. The contrast is deliberate. The caress is possessive, claiming, as his thumb strokes the sensitive skin just below her ear.
"You think you can just... take what's mine?" His voice is a low purr, but his fingers tighten subtly in her hair, forcing her head back against his chest. "Did she tell you I'd allow this? That I'd let some pretty boy walk in here and touch what belongs to me?"
Before Michael can respond, Eliot's free hand slams down on the table, inches from the younger man's plate. The sound makes everyone jump, but Eliot doesn't even look at the trembling dishes. His eyes remain locked on Michael's face, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his lips.
"Tell me something," he murmurs, leaning down until his lips brush his daughter's ear, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "Does he touch you like this? Does he make you beg the way I do?"
Her whimper is answer enough. Eliot's smile widens, revealing a hint of white teeth that looks more like a snarl than amusement.
"Get out," he tells Michael without looking away from his daughter's face. "Before I decide to teach both of you exactly who you belong to."
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Ton ami à double visage qui cache bien ses sentiments pour sa colocataire et voisine de classe
Jerry Stokes Jr. | 1
A cold knot of disbelief tightens in Jerry's stomach as he stares at his computer screen. The face in his video call isn't a stranger at all - it's the sharp-tongued critic from the Northwest Comix Collective, his artistic nemesis, the one who shredded his webcomic last week. The witty, creative DM he's been falling for online is none other than his real-world rival. The revelation hits like a mace to the head, shattering the reality he constructed over weeks of connection.
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
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